But that’s life and stuff for you....

The first thing I saw on the internet hit me so forcibly that I could only stare at the image for several long minutes thinking to myself, “Bloody hell. You have to snap out of this, girl.” What was it? Stuff. Painful, oh-for-god-sake stuff. But we all have stuff in our lives. Some stuff hits you harder than other stuff. Actually, it’s been a year of stuff that has hit hard – very fucking Chuck Norris hard. Luckily, I am made of tougher stuff and staring at this image on the internet made me realize that I’m pretty much unbreakable now. It also made me start writing again in a massive stream of words about this woman dealing with stuff and the very-possibly-stupid stuff she does to handle stuff in her life. I haven’t written for ages due to the stuff that had been going on. But I’m back to it. Will anyone be interested in my stuff filled epiphany? Who knows? The thing is with writing you put your stuff out there and if someone buys it great. If they don’t? Well, just move on, baby…there’s other stuff to deal with.    

And hey, thanks to everyone who kept on reading or checking up on the blog even though I hadn’t written stuff for ages due to stuff. I appreciate your stuff.     

Man of mystery…

So I got an email about pills to enhance my masculinity this morning. Uh, no thanks…not this morning…maybe later if I have to lift something. The thing that I liked about the email was the name of the sender - Woodrow Hogue. What a fantastic name for a character. Yes, I expect I’ll use in some story. The question is what does a Woodrow Hogue look like? I have a couple of ideas in mind. I checked the internet to see if Woodrow Hogue existed. Shocker – he doesn’t. That probably means he’s a spy or really careful with the info he puts out there. I think a Woodrow Hogue would be like that. He doesn’t strike me as a too-much-information-these-are-photos-of-my-kids-house-bellybutton-recipe-for-chocolate-cake-type-person. I expect Woodrow would be kinda pissed in a Chuck Norris let-me-teach-you-a-lesson way if he knew someone was using his name to flog male pep pills because clearly Woodrow needs no help in that area. I also reckon he would have a zen, gentle side that would be calming yet deceptive. Hmmm…I must ponder the wonder of Woodrow Hogue some more…

The screw-you-over form…

Yesterday arvo I sat and read this complicated form that got sent to me by my solicitor to do with the purchase of my house. I’ve seen this form before. It’s a complicated government form designed to confuse you because it all deals with extra money they try and screw you out of when you buy a home. No, it doesn’t matter that you’ve worked hard all your life, not depended on taxpayers to support you and you’ve bought the house through said hard work and sacrifice. The government wants to screw you over for their piece of it.

This is the third time I have seen this form. It’s about ‘possible’ concessions you ‘may be’ granted. I have a theory about it. The form is so freaking complication and riddled with double meanings that I believe most people give up and never bother to read it or fill it out or send it back. I believe the government writes it that way so the less people bother to spend time over it, the less concession they have to give and the more money they squeeze out of you. Not me baby. I have filled this form out now three times and each time I have been given the concession. Bugger ‘em. I can out complicate the government.

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